Sometimes I have no words to describe the what, why and how of some work. Sometimes it feels finish. Sometimes it needs finished. Sometimes I need to pause and stay back. Observe the observing. Parfois, je n’ai pas de mots pour décrire le pourquoi et le comment d’un travail. Parfois, il semble terminé. Parfois, ilContinue reading “This and that,”
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Small and ordinary things can bring light
A passing cloud transforming before my eyes. Nuances merging and melting into one another. Tiny shapes reaching outwardly, soaking in the sun’s morning rays. Oh the warmth of the day even within the chaos, a small buttercup can make all the difference in one day. richard